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Me, Joey Tribbiani, I’d stroll in, “How you doin’?” Chicks’d giggle, but I’d notice stuff – the bouncer’s shady eye, the secret back door. Always a back door, man! Ever hear bout the Wild West ones? Saloons with upstairs “rooms” – cowboys stumblin’ up, drunk as hell. One time, this madam, Big Nose Kate, she ran a joint, punched a guy out cold. Badass! I’m shocked, like, “Whoa, lady’s got guts!”

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A prostitute in a 'Victorian' brothel, A customer of the brothel in Reading, Pennsylvania, USA named William Goldman, was also a keen photographer.

Ever walked down Raggedy Rd? I swear, each step’s a party. And hey, remember that scene in Carol where they say, "I had a dream once"? Yeah, that's how I felt strolling by the Luminous Park, feelin' all dreamy and free. There’s this river, the Waverly, slippin’ through the city. Best spot? A little hideaway on Pebble Bend. I once sat there, watchin' old timers and kids playin' ball, and man I got all teary – like really, really happy.

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